Text: | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve |
Author: | Philip Doddridge |
Tune: | CHRISTMAS |
Composer: | George F. Handel |
1 Awake, my soul; stretch every nerve,
And press with vigor on;
A heav'nly race demands thy zeal,
And an immortal crown.
2 A cloud of witnesses around
Hold thee in full survey;
Forget the steps already trod,
And onward urge thy way.
3 'Tis God's all-animating voice,
That calls thee from on high;
'Tis His own hand presents the prize
To thine uplifted eye;--
4 That prize, with peerless glories bright,
Which shall new lustre boast,
When victors' wreaths and monarchs' gems
Shall blend in common dust.
Amen.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Awake my soul; stretch every nerve |
Author: | Philip Doddridge (1755) |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1899 |
Topic: | Christians: Workers for Christ; Christian conflict; Diligence(2 more...) |
Tune Information | |
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Name: | CHRISTMAS |
Composer: | George F. Handel |
Meter: | C. M. |